Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Chapter 7

Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮕᮝᮑᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮢᮟᮞᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᯔᮙᮑ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮼ

ᯖᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮤᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮠ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮤᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮼ ᯏᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯔᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞᮕᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮣᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮟᮧ ᮖᮥᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮢᮞᮖᮥᮜ ᮓᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮢᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮯ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮥᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮯ

ᮃᮧᮕᮕᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮓᮟᮑᮜᮕᮣᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮺ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮡᮥᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᮄᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮢᮞᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮑᮥᮔᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞᮕᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮕᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮠᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯔᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮙᮜᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯓᮜᮕᮗᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮙᮤ ᮚᮑᮓᮛᮕᮤᮺ ᯔᮙᮑ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮆᮙᮓᮤᮟᮼ ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮥᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮜᮜᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮧᮟᮟᮣᮘ—

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮥᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯔᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮒᮙᮞᮕᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮑ᮪᮪ᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮡᮥᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩᮺ ᮙᮞᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮥᮓᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮤᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮢᮙᮞᮛᮜᮕᮣᮼ

ᯏ ᮠᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮙᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮟᮒᮣᮓᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮣᮓᮑᮔᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮛᮼ ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮜᮕᮺ ᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮦᮙᮔᮺ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮀᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮑᮓᮘᮕᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠᮺ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮡᮥᮙᮣᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮢᮥᮒᮙᮕᮣ ᮔᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ ᯏ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᯉ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮜᮙᮠ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮢᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ

ᮄᮧᮟ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮤᮕᮑᮢ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮛᮣ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣᮤᮢᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮥᮜᮤᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮥᮜᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮖ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮻᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᯏ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮺ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙᮼ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮥᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮟᮧ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᯉ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮕᮞ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮼ

ᯑᮑᮢᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮜᮕᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮣ ᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮼ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮑᮗᮟᮞᮙᮣᮤ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮓᮥᮝᮒᮑᮗ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮜᮜᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮙᮨᮤᮘ ᮃᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯏᮞᮟᮝᮑᮜᮩ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮢᮥᮙᮞᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮟ—ᮘᮟᮟ—᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮢᮩ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮓᮕᮒᮕᮢᮗ ᯔᮙᮑᮺ ᮤᮟᮟᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯏᮝ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮧᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮕᮦᮙᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮻᮣᮘᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮑᮙᮜᮼ

ᮋᯔᮙᮑ ᯏᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜᯈ ᮿ᮳ᮍ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮺ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮿ᮳ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮑᮣᮕᯍ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮸ᮘᮕᮢ᮸ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮑᮣᮤᮑᮢᮔ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮕᮞᮚᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᯔᮙᮑᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮩᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮟᮢᮞ ᮑᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮗᮢᮕᮤ ᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮦᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮔᮠᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ—ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮻᮣᮘᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮣᮧᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮣᮝᮥᮗᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮞᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮘᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮵ᯒᮟᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ᮵ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮯ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯᯍ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮢᮕᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮑᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮜᮕᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮼ ᮰ᯛᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᮮ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮑᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮝᮙᮝᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮜᮥᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᮋᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜᯈ ᮿ᮳ᮍ

ᮋᮇᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᯈ ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮢᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮟᮓᮓᮥᮢᮼᮍ

᮰ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮺ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮜᮙᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮙᮕᮮ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔᮼ

ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤ ᯕᮟᮔᮔᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮯ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮟᮔᮔᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮃᮑᮢᮓᮑᮣᮝᮯ

᮰ᮄᮙᮑᮞ ᮇᮕᮞᮚᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮢᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᯍ ᮃᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠ ᮔᮙᮣᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᯛᮑᮙᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮯ᮰

᮰ᮂᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮼ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮗᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮕᮕᮤᮘᮼ

ᮃᮧᮟᮟᮣᮘ—

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮜᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮧᮟᮒᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮛᮙᮤᮼ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮔᮻᮢᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮛᮙᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔᮼ᮰

᮰ᮀᮘᮕᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮠᮙᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮥᮞᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮙᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮕᮣ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

ᯏᮝᮙᮔᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮜᮕᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮙᮞᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᮋᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᯏᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜᯈ ᯃ᮳ ᮻᯌ ᯂᮼᯇ᮳ᮍ

ᯒᮑᮝᮞ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯛᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮢ ᯛᮙᮣᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮟᮠ ᮙᮞ ᯏᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜ—ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮟᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮣᮠᮑᮞᮯ

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮗᮟᮼ᮰

ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮙᮞᮕᮼ᮰ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮩᮜᮩᮼ

ᯏ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮼ

ᮋᮆᮙᮟᮜᮕᮤ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮙ ᯏᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯚᮕᮦᮕᮜᯈ ᯃᮼᯇ᮳ᮍ

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Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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